I Like My Coffee Crafted This Way

a strong brew of coffee at Craft

As far as I know, Craft Coffee Revolution (then called Craft Coffee Workshop) started out in New Manila. I'm not really too keen on that part of the metro. I usually rely on Google Maps if the place is quite dubious for me. But sometimes I also get confused using it and I oftentimes read the maps wrong. Forgive me. I'm not really that good with geography. So you could just imagine my happiness when I've learned that Craft finally decided to branch out to places I'm quite familiar with.

A Maple On Your Pancake Would Do You Good

pancake at Maples

I adore breakfast. Who could just resist the sweet aroma of just cooked garlic fried rice and a side of longganisa or cheese omelette with ham or even just a perfectly cooked sunny side up egg sprinkled with some salt? Or even better, pancakes or waffles. Fluffy orbs dusted with some powdered sugar then slathered with butter and syrup. And if the flapjacks in question are as big as the plate it sits on, then I'll just jump on my feet and shout for joy.

A High End Deli Cafe and One Wickedly Impressive Dessert Place

desserts at Wicked

Edsa-Shangrila's East Wing has never been this exciting, especially for those on the look out for exceptional choices of food places to try. I went here one weekend, purposefully to try out Kettle but decided to look around a bit to check which other restaurants that recently opened. And also to find out where Maple is, yet another restaurant I've been eyeing to try (which I've already been to recently and will tell you about it on another post *wink*).

A Bowl Of Ramen You Wouldn't Want To Share With Anyone

food at Nomama

Ramen isn't something that I sought for to eat. Aside from the fact that it fills you up easily and robbing you of the luxury to try other food at your disposal (wallet-wise), I find it too tiresome to eat those long ribbons of noddles and getting all sweaty while eating is not in my book of comfortable eating. 

A Lyrical Night Of Binging

food at Nolita

I'm walking briskly. I'm already a few minutes late from our agreed meet-up. The traffic in C5 is partly to blame. But it's always traffic in C5, my mind would retort. I told my fussy mind to hush. I'm only just a few kilometers away to Bonifacio High Street Central. Karen texted me that she's already in Slice, that cozy bakery cafe beside Jamba Juice where the goodness of their Brown Rice Arroz Caldo still tattooed every so finely in my memory bank.